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In the course of things, I am lucky,
cradled in the arms of time,
where light spills golden over quiet moments,
and laughter lingers like a melody.

My life, a poem written in footsteps,
etched in the hush of morning dew,
where every breath is a whispered miracle,
a tender gift, unwrapped anew.

Yet here I stand, lungs full of borrowed air,
wrapped in the fragile mercy of existence,
where every breath is both given and spent,
never promised, never owed.

The world is sweeter for my knowing;
each fading petal, each rising star,
not mine to keep, yet mine to cherish,
fleeting, yet eternal.

And so, I let it wash through me;
the ache of beauty, the weight of wonder,
the laughter that shakes loose the sorrow,
the grief that teaches love its depth.

For what is life, if not fleeting?
What is joy, if not edged with loss?
And yet, I am here.
Breathing.
Alive.
A miracle unto myself.
Once you drew me naked,
And I did not recognize the man,
A stranger in my skin,
I couldn’t trace where I began.
I know you have the picture
Tucked between your pages
I know I have your heart
Tucked between my teeth
 Mar 9 K E Cummins
Winter
we almost made it to the finish line,
we almost made it to the aisle,
i almost got my happy ending,
and i almost wore the dress.
(i almost said i do)

you got too busy for us,
trying to reach the sky,
forgetting me on the ground,
leaving me to die.

we almost passed the test,
and we almost became the first,
you almost said i was the dream,
and you almost swore forever.
(you almost said i do)

the future that we dreamed,
it's so far out of reach.
now we are worse than strangers,
trying to mend the welts.
If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.
 Mar 7 K E Cummins
Elle
My mind is filled with the chaotic ramblings
Of a wanton fool
Obsessed with bulldozing reality
My thoughts rewinding and replaying and repeating
The unfixable concepts that are brought on by unfulfillment
Begging for sneak peaks of an invisible future
And road maps to moments now past.
Searching for solutions in the here and now
When the here and now is just imagination.
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The rejection of acceptance fuels
An unreasonable mind
That prefers fantasy to non-fiction
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